Mandela Catalogue REQUESTS (COMPLETE) (PART 1)

Yandere Alt.Adam X Jonah (Romantic VERSION)

Requested by sketchy.aura on AO3

Requestor answered my question a little late and wanted romance, so here is a modified version

Warning! could be kind of suggestive, you know that uncomfortable feeling of s3xual harassments? yeah that, but it's still not lime, don't worry. 

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"You left me behind, Jonah!" The man in the GPS said hauntingly yet pleadingly as Jonah takes in a sharp breath as he tried to clear his foggy, scattered mind. "Why? What will I do without you, my love?"

He tightened his hand on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white, as he tried to ignore the mockery of his best friend.

"Who are you running from, Jonah? I'm just trying to save you, love."

A pause.

"I love you, Jonah."

After a quiet moment of heavenly silence, Adam's voice repeated those words, over and over again, plaguing Jonah's mind with those cursed letters.

"I love you, Jonah.

"I love you, Jonah.

"I love you, Jonah.

"I love y-"

"Shut the FUCK up! SHUT UP!!!" Jonah screamed into the GPS with Adam's smiling face plastered on the screen. He felt hot tears roll down his cheeks, and his voice faded away as he desperately said "You're not the Adam I know...." once more. His breathing was uneven, he was speeding up the car and was bypassing the speed limit, and oh shit, there's that tree he might crash into-

Jonah snapped into reality and roughly swerved around the tall plant just in time that could have killed him. He heard the tires screech against the asphalt outside, even though Adam's voice kept calling Jonah's name and to tell that he loved him.

Jonah hated himself. He couldn't bring to tell Adam he loved him back, much more than what they intended to have become together. He left his... his lover behind because he was a coward. He was a fucking coward and he hated himself so much for that. He will die as a coward.

"Why am I like this? I hate this. I hate me, I hate how I am!!!" Jonah shouted at himself, punching the steering wheel he held on to for dear life.

A cold hand was placed on Jonah's shoulder.

Jonah looked to the passenger seat.

Adam was there, smiling so wide his jaw looked like it would unhinge anytime soon.

"You are perfect the way you are, Jonah," Adam said. "Don't be so harsh about yourself. I'm here for you, my love!"

Jonah screamed, and cried, as he abruptly stopped the car in the shoulder of the highway. He slapped his friend's hand away, and opened the car door to dash out.

But Adam appeared right in front of him, and before he knew it Adam swing something hard at his head, and Jonah yelped in pain before the darkness embraced him with unconsciousness.

. . . . .

Jonah choked and woke up to find himself restrained to a chair tightly and gagged. Jonah struggled, panicked, but it was useless. After a while he looked around nervously, trying to pull out his wrists out of the ropes. He seemed to be in a dirty, old basement: full of dust, dark, and unpleasant. There was a TV on one side of the basement and there were stairs that went up to a door.

Jonah struggled again, his pained grunts slightly muted. His head still buzzed from pain, and he could feel dried blood that have trickled down the side of his face, caked and feeling sticky. He felt a new fish of blood stream down slowly from his temple.